K- It’s unbelievable how things can keep their smell for such a long time..when I put my waterproof jacket on today and walked through the crowded streets of Shanghai I could still smell the strong and beautiful smell of the Mongolian fire.

N- Travelling is not easy, it’s a constant fight. Fight with myself, with my weaknesses, with thoughts. Separating yourself from the past, Polish problems, comfortable life back home- Mongolia is an ideal beginning of travelling as far as learning a new way of living and atiitude towards life is concerned. Days relied on weather conditions (extremely cold at night, hot during the day) and ending at sunset, lack of comfort, lack of shelter and constant exhaustion. People interested in money only, problems with communication and lack of basic things such as food, drink, place to wash yourself. Transport that disagrees with you or even throw you down (my regards to Motherfucker) or run away with all your belongings (my regards to Han). In this Mongolia, nothing is easy. But there is also other Mongolia – still wild, pure, living in a communion with nature and tradition, full of people willing to help, view taken from the photoshoped postcards and amazing quietness. Mongolia that gives you freedom.

K- I did not think it would have been so difficult..that in the place where everyone has them, there will be none for us..that doing business with Mongolians takes up so much time..that they cost millions. We spent over a week in UB searching for horses. I felt like someone would put me in some kind of adventure game on PS3.

We were asking everyone where could we buy horses and we heard only one answer…’my friend has them, call me and go there and there’. I think we visited over 10 places with some random people, 40 km away from the city, talking with horse owners, surrealistic views, emptiness. Endless negotiations, watermelons as a welcoming snacks, trustless looks, pack of cigarretes, the price: 2 million tugriks. End of business…we came back to the city..